Hard labour
While forced labour migght call to mind chain-gangs in the deep south working on trenches while gun-toting guards on horseback look for any opportunity to bag a brace of convicts with a single shot of wide-spread pellets, foir sheer sweat and hopelessness, one can't beat prep for decoration. Bathroom has finally passed thorough stages of not to our taste, past untidy, past tired, part repulsive and finally arrived at point where it resembled the bathroom in a Turkish prison after a bout of food poisioning had swept D wing. Time for action.
Have now been prepping for two days. This is mostly because removing old paint has uncovered 50 year old wallpaper that can onmly be removed by either a wrecking ball or, my method, a scraper and a selection of blue language from The Docker's Big Book of Swearing.
It means that you scrape, you drink tea, you sacrape, you drin k tea, you scrape, you drink tea...you note your pee is brown from all the tea!
Still, driven half mad by the tanin and caffeine means that all the radio you listen to is just about bearable. Also good fun is the rolling news and traffic updates, from Ministers on the ropes to traffic stuck in scotland, all of human life is on FM.
Still, it'll look great when it's finished. Projected completion date...2012, or maybe closer to nine o' clock.
Have now been prepping for two days. This is mostly because removing old paint has uncovered 50 year old wallpaper that can onmly be removed by either a wrecking ball or, my method, a scraper and a selection of blue language from The Docker's Big Book of Swearing.
It means that you scrape, you drink tea, you sacrape, you drin k tea, you scrape, you drink tea...you note your pee is brown from all the tea!
Still, driven half mad by the tanin and caffeine means that all the radio you listen to is just about bearable. Also good fun is the rolling news and traffic updates, from Ministers on the ropes to traffic stuck in scotland, all of human life is on FM.
Still, it'll look great when it's finished. Projected completion date...2012, or maybe closer to nine o' clock.
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Maybe it's because I feel I somehow know you, although more likely it's just because you're British, but I would've never imagined you capable of hacking away at a bathroom wall with the outcome ultimately being a bathroom like one's own private oasis. No offense.
None taken. 'private oasis'? I think not. Banish any vision of a cross between a roman baths and a Victorian era cleansing chamber, the Macnabbs bathroom will not, I am afraid, have ferns, miles of copper plumbings and Tony Curtis with a loofa. The bar has been set at 'fungi free and hygenic'. This will mean freedom to shower without the worrying sensation of doing so in a petri dish environment.
Ultimate bathroom though has to be a Heath Robinson type affair of acres of pristine white tile and hundreds of yards of gleaming copper tubes, the water kept hot by an ingenious system involving stokers and donkleys, the pressure maintained by a cunning hydralic system and the luxery provided by soaps made from the fat of endangered species.
Feel sorry for all those that had a 'wet-room' style bathroom installed. A tiled room with a single drain in the floor ceased to be fashionable exactly three seconds after that was exposed as exactly the decoration favoured by torturers in Iraq. Except they probably didn't have a dolphin pattern on the tiles.
I think I'm going to throwup.
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